The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-08-12
A WORKING.MAN'S WIFE.
BY HELEN roRREsr GRAVES.

M In love with her Already
Franklin BARLEY looked solemnly
at Doctor Junius Dale; shook his head
asst to say, ""Tis true, it's. pity; pity
it's, It's true"
My dear fellow" said BARLEY, the
age mentor Of the paIr, "you a no
more afford such a wife than you can
afford a steam yacht or an ivory
mounted billiard table"
"There'snO occasion TO tell me that
~mOurntully replied Doctor Dale. I'm
quite aware of it already. II l was
rich I'd marry Miss Clarke tomorrow
always prOvidingthat she thought me
worthy Ot~aCceptance; but as am only
a struggling young doctor, I'll do my
best to keep away from her PRESENTATIONS
in the future"
"a sensible decision" observed Bar,
tley.
But she is so prettyH y~earningfy
remarked Doctor Dale.
"Granted.'
"And she sings like a nightingale"
"She ought to, with all the cultiva.
ton that her voice has received"
And she has such a winning way
with her"
"What difference does that make to
you?" said BARLEY. "Haven'tyoure,
solved that hereafter she is to be
nothing to your"
"I-yes; but"
"Stick to your colors then, mani"
cried BARLEY. "Clissy Clarke is moth.
ing on earth but a society belle. What
you want is a helpful, willing, work.
ing-bee OF a wife-One who car aid you
with heart and hand to climb life's
hill. You saw Miss Clarke at the Win.
field masquerade last night, in white
satin and pearls?"
and very beautiful she looked?"
cried the young physician, firing sud
denly up at the recollection Of Miss
Clarke's auburn hair, all twisted with
ropes OF seed-pearl, and violet-blue
eyes, sparkling with girlish animation.
Did she look like a poor mans
wife,"
mot a bit of it."
''Then be warned" said BARLEY,
shortly. Remember the old story OF
the myth ~scorching it's wings in the
candle-fame."
Doctor Dale was silent. He had
promised himself the pleasure of acall
on Clarissa Clarke, that very after
noon.
There was something in the girl that
attracted him with almost magnetic
force. The tender light OF her eyes,
the sweet intonation of her voice, the
rosy fushes of color that overspread
her cheek when he talked to her, were
all separate attractions; and yet he
knew that he, like the hero of French
romance, was "APoor Young Mani"
He recollected, now, that he had
even said something to Clissy about
going to the Clarke cottage that day.
cit won't dol" he said to himself
81 had better keep away"
And so instead of following the dear
est inclination of his heart, he betook
himself, with Spartan resolve, to the
public library.
"Tll read up that case on the inves-
tigation of cholera microbes" he
thought. "f a man expects to make
any mark in his profession, he must
keep posted up in these modern discov-
cries of science"
So he disappeared into one of theal-
coves OF the library, with his medical
quarto and his memorandum-book,
and set to work In good earnest.
But he had not fairly entered into
the merits Of the microbe question,
when the twitter of sweet girl-yoices
from the adjoining alcove struck upon
bis ear.
ooh, Clissy ClarkeI" said n ~
called for her, and she wouldn't come.
1t vas baking-day, and there was CHS
Ey up tohere lboWsinf -four and spices"
well, / neverl" said the other, with
a giggle.
nOh, she does all the houseworkl,
said the FIRST speaker, scornfully.
Like any hired servant. Even the
fine washington they only keep one
little boundgirl-and Mr.. Clarkewon't
wear a shirt unless Clissy has ironed
"HoW does she find timefor her mu-
sic and oiI-painting?" asked the second.
ssOh, she rises at dawn. She says
the best time of the working-day is be-
fore breakfast. She finishes her house
work, sews for the family
Makes all her own dresses, don't
she77
Eyes, and her mothers, tool That
satin dress she wore ct the party last
night was her grand-mother's bridal
gown made over, and the pearls were
borrowed from Miss Layton. 1t don't
cost her anything to dress. She'll
take the horridest old affair, and re-
model it with a scrap OF ribbon or a
panel of velvet until you'd think il
was made by a French dressmaker.
declare, I wish / had her knack,
Papa is always ~grptnbling about my
bills. But that amt all. Do you
know she gives Bessie Layton music